- Tribute to Rianne(Raven)- She grew up unheard. Not because she had nothing to say. But because no one wanted to listen. They put her in a place meant for people they didn’t understand. Called it support. Called it care. But it was distance. And silence. And names that never fit. They told her she couldn’t learn. Told others she was slow. She wasn’t. They just didn’t know how to meet her where she was. In time, she walked back into the world they built without her. But it wasn’t made to hold someone like her. She was carrying a label she never chose. And a quiet ache that never left. She never learned how to explain what she felt. She wasn’t taught how to hold her emotions in daylight. So they collected in the dark, until they started pressing inward. And when it got too heavy to carry... she almost let go. But something kept her here. A thread. A maybe. The thought that her story didn’t have to end quietly. They said to write. So she did. But not the way they wanted. Not in neat journal lines. She needed rhythm. She needed force. So she turned her pain into something that could speak. Not beautiful. Not clean. But real. And she gave it a name. Raven. A voice built from silence. Not imagined. Created. Because there was no other way to be heard. She wrote songs no one else was meant to sing. They weren’t for the world. They were for her. But time moved. And life demanded more. She reached a point where everything she earned could be taken in a sentence. “No more help. You work now.” She wasn’t done. She had more to learn. More to say. More to be. So she used what she had. Not charm. Not power. Just truth. And this voice she’d built from the pieces. Raven. Who spoke when she couldn’t. Who asked nothing. Who held everything. She never wanted to be known. She just didn’t want to disappear again. This isn’t success. This isn’t victory. It’s continuing. It’s one line at a time. One breath after another. Not for fame. Not to prove anything. She just wants to live. And finally— she can be heard.